A/N Two M rated one shots in a row? WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME!? XD

So, I had this little gem waiting in my folder for ages, half finished...And, as I was looking through said folder, I realised that I've got quite a few of unfinished little fics, so I guess I'll just finish those off and post them already! XD

Title: Under The Table

Rating: T+/M

Warnings: a bit of public sexy time, language.

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Ed gazed at the wine in her glass, twirling the liquid around absently. She was more than bored, her concentration on what was being discussed long broken. If they were to direct a question at her, she would probably stutter out something completely irrelevant.

Why did she let Roy drag her to this event? She never attended them for a freaking reason, but after Roy's pleading and annoyingly cute pouty look she had given in. I need company, he said. I need you next to me, he said. The bastard.

Sparing a glance at him, she exhaled inaudibly, gulping down her wine. However mad she wanted to stay at him, she just couldn't at this moment. Yes, he had dragged her to a military dinner and yes, he had made her wear an uncomfortable dress, but with him in his freshly ironed suit, his clean shaved face and his messy black hair, he was irresistible. And that cologne was awaking her body in ways only he could.

Edeline sighed, reaching over to pour more wine in her glass. If she kept this up she'd probably end up tipsy, but she trusted Roy to get her out of harm's way. Downing the wine in one go, she caught Roy's disapproving look from the corner of her eye. She didn't think he'd comment on it, since he seemed pretty bored himself (no wonder he wanted her here – just to suffer with him), and he kept nibbling on a piece of bread.

She was mildly surprised when he leaned closer to her ear, his hot breath caressing her skin and immediately making the thin hairs on her arms stand at attention.

"You shouldn't drink too much," he murmured and, before Ed could reply, he pulled back, changing demeanour as he replied to whatever was asked and leaving Ed with her heart pounding in her ears. Damn it, she was definitely a bit tipsy already.

Minutes passed in which the food was brought, and everyone started digging in, conversations momentarily pausing. Ed shoved her food eagerly in her mouth, thankful for the small entertainment. Finally, some distraction.

She had consumed a little bit more wine than what she should've, and Roy had been transformed into a delicious piece of meat – Ed couldn't help licking her lips whenever she spared him a glance, something which was becoming more and more frequent.

But Roy was giving her no attention whatsoever, eyes straight in front of him and giving his opinion and remarks on matters regarding the military.

The table they were seated at was huge, stretching all the way to the other end of the room. There were three such tables here (Ed was sure it was a ballroom of some sorts). Each seat was covered by almost all military personnel and their dates– Ed had no idea what they were celebrating, but she couldn't exactly say that she cared.

This place was simply enormous, with elaborate designs on the walls and golden decorations hanging from everywhere. The curtains were definitely made of silk, the crimson fabric beginning just below the ceiling and cascading downwards, pooling on the floor. A chandelier hung right above them, illuminating the room and making the gold sparkle brightly. It was so big Ed worried it would snap and fall on them.

Edeline knew this night could possibly make a difference to Roy's career, but…

She wanted his attention.

Only half aware that it was the wine affecting her decisions, she surreptitiously placed her hand on Roy's thigh, stroking slowly and moving upwards at an unhurried pace. She felt Roy tense the muscles of his legs, and heard the sharp intake of breath, but she continued, her fingers ghosting over his inner thigh.

Their gazes locked, and Ed bit her lower lip, knowing full-well the effect it had on him, as well as the message it conveyed. As expected Roy's eyes darkened, becoming wanton and needy, and Edeline felt the beginnings of an erection against her hand. Boldly, she cupped his crotch, getting a quiet gasp from her lover.

She had half-expected him to pull away and admonish her, but was more than pleased when he trailed his hand over hers, squeezing and encouraging her to fondle him through his pants. Ed wet her lips, just as Roy's other hand pushed the hem of the dress up and caressed her bare thigh. His touch sent sparks of excitement through her veins, disturbing something low in her tummy and making it burn.

Her mouth opening to pant didn't even register, but the goosebumps on her skin were more than noticed.

Roy was surely aware of the effect he had on her, and his deft fingers moved torturously over her inner thigh, his now full-on erection rubbing against Ed's palm.

What in the world were they doing? The wine she had consumed had been a bit too much, but Roy was supposed to be sober and sensible! Surely he hadn't drunk as much as her?

Casting a sidelong glance at him, she felt increasingly frustrated when she took in his impassive look. As if they weren't groping each other under the table!

Her tipsy mind wanted to be entertained and, with determination she wouldn't normally have for a petty situation such as this one (damn you, wine), she squeezed and rubbed him hard, savouring the way Roy tensed, his hand tightening around hers. He shot her a wild, urgent look, and Ed bit her lip again, rubbing her thighs together pointedly and knowing that Roy's hand would be caught in between.

After a deep, steady breath, he groped her thigh roughly in admonishment and Ed parted her lips, sending a heated look his way. She could feel the temperature in the room rising, her cheeks flushing and body shaking in response.

Shit, she was totally drunk, and Roy was not helping the situation by responding to her advances. The others around them were completely oblivious to their little game under the table and, somehow, to Ed at least, the secrecy made it so much hotter.

Idly, she could hear some of the men around them exclaim cheers and talk loudly, but it was merely a buzz in Ed's head. Her breathing had turned up in volume and it was so loud she wondered if everyone would hear it and discover the dirty game she and Roy were playing.

Her lips dried up fast and she kept licking them, relishing the time Roy caught her doing it. He stared at her mouth with such intensity Ed was almost sure he'd lunge and attack her lips, screw everyone else.

Arousal was heating her body at an alarming pace and making her skin flush in the way Roy loved, her mind creating a ghost of Roy's fingers trailing down her body – memories coming alive. She shivered.

Roy's hand was nestled right in between her thighs, his thumb slowly – too slowly – making its way upwards. She knew she was panting hard and that someone might take notice but she couldn't find herself to focus on that – Roy's fingers were so close to where she wanted them to be...

She just wanted to drag Roy to a room and rip his ironed and sexy-looking suit off his body.

"Miss Elric, are you feeling all right?"

Roy's hand froze its intoxicating caress and Ed stuttered for a moment as she tried to determine who'd spoken. She removed her hand from Roy's lap as quickly as possible, and her eyes rested on a young man, looking at her in concern just across from her.

Finally finding her voice, she smiled shakily. "Y-Yes, I'm perfectly fine." A hard, expectant squeeze on her thigh and she choked out – "T-Thank you."

Roy's lips twitched upwards in amusement – she saw it from the corner of her eye – but she ignored him, trying hard to get her mind working again.

The man nodded and glanced at Roy unsurely, but her bastard of a lover just raised a single black eyebrow coolly, almost challengingly. The young man flushed and averted his gaze. Apparently, he was of lower rank than Roy.

"Y-You just seem a bit flushed, t-that's all. I was wondering i-if you needed some fresh air...?" He quickly glanced at Roy again before looking away.

"No, it's fine." This time Roy didn't grope her thigh for her to add thank you. Had that guy guessed something was going on under the table? She didn't get it.

As soon as they were out of the spotlight, Roy's fingers came back to life with renewed energy, and started messaging her through her underwear, gently and teasingly, making her body light up and plead for more.

He leaned in to her ear, and it took all her willpower not to turn around, jump in his lap and shove her tongue down his throat.

"How much have you drunk, Edeline?" he breathed seductively, his voice entering her ears and making her whole body quiver.

She turned her face so it was inches away from his, and lowered her eyelids just the way he liked.

"Quite a bit," she murmured, her gaze drifting to his lips and lingering there before turning back to his eyes. Roy reciprocated the action, his tongue wetting his lips.

It lasted a second but it felt like ages, and Roy's fingers had yet to stop the soft caress he was giving her under the table. It wasn't enough to make her reach her peak, but was damn enough to make her need more.

"I see," he breathed, pulling back. His fingers never faltered, but instead found a way under her underwear as well, the unexpected skin-to-skin contact making her gasp in shock. Damn it, how had they ended up like this? She had been the one driving him crazy, but now the tables had turned. How the hell did he always manage to do that?

It was like her senses had become much more acute; suddenly, the smell of the food got increasingly stronger, as did Roy's scent. His touch was like fire on her skin, leaving a burning trail everywhere his fingers went.

From across her, the young man – he was probably a Lieutenant, Ed guessed – kept glancing at them uncertainly, and Ed felt so frustrated she wanted to scream. Roy was not doing anything more with his fingers, just that tortuously slow massage, and Ed squirmed, whimpering and needy.

A faint snicker from next to her had her glaring at her amused lover, face twisting into a scowl.

"You're a bastard," she seethed, but was cut off half way when Roy awkwardly inserted a bit of his finger inside her, wetting it and then returning to her clit. She gasped and gaped at him, wondering how the hell he managed to reach down there when she was sitting, without seeming obvious. This guy had some serious issues to sort out.

His other hand reached back for hers, placing it back on his erection. Ed let out a low, needy whine.

"I'm quite aware, Edeline. You've been telling me for years." Damn it, he was purring.

"Bastard, why the fuck are you doing this? Here of all places!" she hissed.

Roy raised an eyebrow, his characteristic smirk altering his expression to one of smug triumph. Complacently, he drawled, "I do believe you're the one who started this, Edeline. I had no intention of doing anything dirty to you in public."

Just as he finished, his finger applied pressure and continued the massage – this time it was more powerful, arousal now dominating her body. Shivering, she inhaled and exhaled slowly – a steadying breath. She just wanted to literally drag Roy away from here and make him peel this dress off her. Fuck, she was in the mood for something completely rough and dirty.

Clenching her teeth, she shot him a look that conveyed everything she wanted. "Room – now," she hissed.

Roy chuckled, shaking his head and making Ed give him a look that meant murder. "I really doubt they'd have bedrooms here."

"I didn't say bedroom, I said room, as in any fucking room."

The bastard had the audacity to look thoroughly amused. "Even the bathroom?"

Ed scrunched her face in disgust. He knew she was against sex in unhygienic places! Public bathrooms were nasty.

"Except the bathroom," she muttered.

Roy grinned, leaning closer to her once more and gently nipping her ear. "You'll have to wait until we get home, baby," he whispered, giving her earlobe a quick lick.

Ed decided she hated him.

"Ugh," she grunted in disgust, scowling. She actually wasn't sure if it was for the fact he'd continue this torture until they could leave, or the pet name.

Her heart was pounding in her ears, and she vaguely noticed Roy turn back to the group of military men he'd been talking to before. He spoke, and while Ed couldn't care less about what he was saying, the way the words left his mouth, his voice velvety and full of confidence, made her bite her lip in desperation. She trailed her hand further up to his stomach, where she carefully pushed up his dress shirt and stroked his toned abdomen.

When his free hand came and grasped hers, gently pulling it away from his stomach, she had had enough. Abruptly she stood up, Roy's fingers falling out of the dress. He looked up at her in surprise, just like everyone around her.

She paid them no heed, eyes locked on Roy. "Bathroom it is, then."

A/N Just imagining Ed in a dress is just...*mind blow*

and of course...just imagine Roy in that sexy ironed suit *drools*

I'm gonna write more like that

Btw I wrote a long stand alone fic, so if you haven't got anything to do you can go read it...like, now...Ok kidding XD But yes this is shameless self-advertising. ;)